Seattle

Brooding in its piney mountain jacket,

Covered in dewdrop spells that last like a blink,

It sits straddling a branch of land,

Bowlegged and old

On boardpeg legs and neon blinds,

Seesawing over the flows.

Phlegm and isolates glue it together,

Machined blood and colonies drive the

Pointed tops and metal yards in procession.

It's wet with rivulets and runaways,

Boats and dreadlocked piers,

Stuffed with spirits,

Hooked with eyelashed ropes

That draw the sights to points apart.

It lives in lines and lonely buildings,

In parallels and photos and

Puffs on pillowed sails in arrest.

In timid motes of fire

That crackle on blackened lakes,

In soundless bones and skittish eyes

That scatter like fragile ice,

In concurrent murmurs and cursed words,

In given inches and soundless doubts.

It deadends in frozen frameworks, so

Eat the cold and sift the rays.

Regret, ignore, or drink the pour,

But don't stare, lest it change its ways

Or pitch its ballast to flee.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

This one gets better with each read. I see it, all its moss parts glued together all the bits you describe make it shaggy legs to its foggy breath.

I was going to point out strong parts but it flows without slacking.

I really dig this.

[Hedra Helix]

This one is so tight. I like how the story you're telling starts and ends with conviction.
I like your use of mushed words, the chances you take, the steady hand you have in taking charge of the story.

This one is dope. I'm sure it glows in the dark. I'll let you know tonight.